Falchion's Edge

Was watching the trails left behind by the rain as it beat down on the window pane. It was then while nursing a cup of hot chocolate and waiting for the lights to change at the intersection, that I caught sight of what little joy the holiday season can bring, regardless of circumstances.

I saw a couple, dressed all in white, walking in step through the rain. They where carrying back some foodstuffs for Christmas Eve dinner and they were travelling unhurriedly in spite of the cold and goosebumps breaking out over their skin. While not holding hands, I could see that they where fully aware of each other, perhaps giving sidelong glances at what the wet and the white where revelling.

Lo, just behind them where yet another couple who where crossing the road. This time dressed in black, they where huddled together under an umbrella, trying not to mind the rain and wind encroaching their space. As they crossed, the guy bent his head down slightly and said something to his girl. She didn’t catch what he said at first but when she did, she raised her head up in laughter, eyes twinking, hair sweeping back, tails caught in the breeze.

I watched them and could help but grin at their fortune. No matter the bitterness that have been said of me, nor the sentimentalistum that others have proclaimed of me could have stop that smile.

I though to myself, that maybe this warmth I feel inside had not so much to do with chocolatey goodness, but perhaps there is still that old spark which remains deep inside of me.

Maybe the star I’ve been looking for is somewhat closer than I believed.